Silence

Night

Total, utter, pitch, black nothingness,
A swart so enveloping, it lives.
There is nothing to fear in all fairness,
Just your own imaginings that thrives.
Yet, you stare into its depths unending,
Searching, seeking, succour of light.
Not to be found by your perverse craving,
As eternity drags on this ethereal night.
Soft touches upon goosebump skin,
Glides upon senses overly heightened.
Sanity spread on perceptions so thin,
Ready to tear when frightened!
Noises unheard perceived upon ears,
Jiggles and scratches upon the mind,
As night feeds upon unknown fears,
Like unwanted touches of ghostly kind.
Scream upon the tongue whetted,
Ready to beseech the perpetual void,
Our childish scares reborn as darkness demanded,
Our only solace in company is devoid.
Emotions raw eating away at reasoning,
Animal instincts primal in nature,
Override in obtuse measuring,
Deriding our own superior stature.
Of darkness there is nought to fear,
Except when light does banish,
For then evil of the night is clear,
Because the evil of man does not vanish.